He hated Halloween. Especially when a terrible memory comes to mind because of it. Ever since Nancy, he has never gone to many parties. Not even for Robin or Eddie, then you came along. You moved to Hawkins to live with an aunt for college. You were everything he had ever hoped for. You embraced his goofiness, his love, his clinginess. So when Halloween rolled around the corner, he was James Dean to your Audrey Hepburn. It didn’t make sense, but he loved you regardless, and he could never say ‘no’ to you. After several drinks, it was apparent you were far too gone, and when Robin accidentally spilled wine on your dress, he got deja vu. Maybe he was overreacting or overthinking, but his chest started to hurt when you said ‘bullshit’ to Robin. He went on autopilot.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, honey,” if you would have noticed, he looked slightly fidgety. He hated this feeling.